RICH BITCH Video (MV)

Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby, yeah
Cash comes slow but support stays strong
Never need a record label just to get a loan
Got bad credit and I still get a loan

Cash advance, check, table waiting for my phone
Write it on her hand then write off the receipt
I don't even need to check my views no more
No more, no more

You don't even know me so why you still talking
Bass till I bleed and I'm steadily walking
Down to the corner store my favorite spot
Might plan to release the same day as Kanye's next drop

You got me, I'm playing, phone been dead
So I'm just here laying, laying, laying
Vocals on this track

Cigarettes and whiskey, how could she not miss me
Cigarettes and whiskey, how could she not miss me
Cigarettes and whiskey, how could she not miss me
Cigarettes and whiskey, how could she not miss me

Notion the guards, slizzle with the bars
Escape the great, keep a hold on every charge
Ready to let go of everything I've ever called
Lose my mind, lose my soul, lost every time I told
Can't get worse, only can get better
For the forty fourth time, I'm gonna tell this in a letter
Write these words down and pay attention
If they don't like your music, they ain't really listening

I digress, talk with chest, movin' chess
Turn a pawn to a queen, then move where I will be
Where I stayed the crib been booked for like three weeks
Studio time by my bed, bought everything I ever said
How about McLaren? how about designer?
Can you make me an inch taller?
Fire spit the pig on sticks, take a dip, the water fresh as shit
Been going wrong, need some time alone
To save the memories that I've wronged
The chances that I've Brought
Breathe a little harder, watch I read from the book

I digress, talk with chest, movin' chess
Turn a pawn to a queen, then move where I will be
Where I stayed the crib been booked for like three weeks
Studio time by my bed, bought everything I ever said
How about McLaren? how about designer?
Can you make me an inch taller?
Fire spit the pig on sticks, take a dip, the water fresh as shit

Cash advance, check, table waiting for my phone
Write it on her hand then write off the receipt
I don't even need to check my views no more
No more, no more

You don't even know me so why you still talking
Bass till I bleed and I'm steadily walking
Down to the corner store my favorite spot
Might plan to release the same day as Kanye's next drop

You got me, I'm playing, phone been dead
So I'm just here laying
Vocals on this track

I am, nah
I wanna show my mom a ten-year run
Make all obstacles the stepping stones and laugh just for fun
Cry away the pain, but remember to shine bright against the burning sun
Nights and memories and dread don't mean nothing when the time that comes
No longer waiting for a foot before the other, it ain't over till I'm done
Never thought to drop a song, but the road support makes me number one
Number one, tied to a shit job
I've been making none
Making none
I've been making none
Making none
I've been making none
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